When Trying Stops Fighting

That trying, stops.
Fighting ceases,
When the lies get too much.
Disillusion of the world.

Trying to push on.
Being thrown to the ground.
As the violin plays to close,
The song fades.

The world so well but empty,
Through those empty lies,
Empty times.

All those tries,
Always to the fade.
For all those times.

The world in all its worth,
Left unto empty words,
Those empty lies.

When trying to fight the fade,
The trying,
Then losing its fight.
When the lies can’t fight the truth,
To its all-fading.

Losing a sense of self,
A, part of your self.
Where the rage,
The fight tires out.

And the trying tires of the fight.


Been a good, busy and productive day. Yet some things, some things, and then the thinking, leaving it all empty.

Listening to my favourite song on repeat, that has meant the world to me for so long and have recently rediscovered; 21 Guns by Green Day.

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Ordinary Perfection

The day as it goes by,
Ordinary perfection,
Just another day,
Another day of light.

Beauty found in the being.
The ordinary world,
Perfection from an ordinary day.

The day comes as it goes,
Beauty in the ordinary,
Perfection in the being.

Sitting, thinking.
At the end.
Of this ordinary day,
One in ordinary perfection.

A day to be found,
As it’s found.
In such an ordinary day.


Writing this, it’s been a really good day. Lot of productive work done, on a really good essay I’m enjoying. On my favourite band, one I love totally; Green Day.

Just watched Ordinary World the film, with the lead singer of Green Day. Currently listening to their song of the same name on repeat.

Thinking about a lot. Too much to say. Happy, thinking.